he cried. “It would be murder!” “I am glad that you appreciate my work at last, Dorian,” said the painter coldly. “I never thought you would.” “Appreciate it? I am in love with it, Basil. It is part of myself. I feel that.” “What silly people you are, both of you!” said Lord Henry. “I don’t like scenes, except on the stage. Lets forget about the painting for one night and go to the theatre.” “I would like to come to the theatre with you, Lord Henry.”